'Life Spent Alone'
Though surrounded with love I am alone,
since that tragic day in my childhood life;
I watched my sister die with a last moan,
the horror stabbed my heart with a sharp knife.
I went silent from that day, I withdrew,
soon, I spoke but was shattered in my mind;
often I feel put together with glue.
in time my sadness and my words entwined.
And a poet was born out of great grief,
like a boat forgotten and weather-stained;
I have floated far and wide like a leaf,
ruined- with a beauty hard to explain.
Heard a poet must suffer to write well;
so no wonder to this fate- I have fell.
May 12, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/'Life Spent Alone'
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Sonnet 2019
sponsor, John Hamilton
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